Straight To The Core

A Poem describing a pregnant mother addicted to heroin

Straight To The Core

The Room Spins,stomach tenses
needing my next hit

husband left me due to connection
I just let him split. 

All alone in poor surroundings

struggle to pay rent

money goes into my bloodstream

money well spent.

Manage to tempt a crawler
masked in car of blue
I don't ask about the mask

although three days overdue

he's paying for my addiction

he hasn't got a clue 

Not this time! I beg of him
The wrong client to choose

used to fight my corner

but now pregnant I will lose.

he removes his belt 

I take every blow

"Please don't hit my baby"
he won't let me go.

A syringe is inserted
 my stomach gets the rush

I scream as my baby could die

but the feeling is so lush.

The masked man speaks

a voice so familiar 

I can't believe it's true

the husband reveals himself  
"I don't want any part of me in you"

The woman lies in A puddle

of her own creation

the husband refuses to have a child

with the mother an abomination 

Author's Note

More Dark Poetry
Just pushing the barriers ever so slightly to test your boundaries
please give honest reviews
Thank you for reading
Anyone Wan't Casey the rag doll back????

Reviews

[Katie]

I always love your writing. This one doesn't flow quite as well as some of the others, but your imagery is so good it more than makes up for it. You tell an excellent story with your poetry. And I always love your stories. ^_^

[freelancejouster]

No rag dolls, no random capitalization "The woman lies in A puddle" really? This poem has an urgency problem

[Jed]

chilling I liked this a lot

[Kiri Nells]

I haven't been seeing you on here for like... FOREVER. ^^ Loved this poem! Chilling and fantastic, as I expect from you :D
YES I WANT CASEY THE RAG DOLL BACK.
LIKE NOW.

[guiltyascharged]

Oh wow. So many.... Words and emotions swirling. So sad. Details paint a clear picture, nicely done!

[Raven Starhawk]

Reminds me of how I feel during a panic attack. ^^* Anyway loved the style you pressed this into. It is dark but a wonderful shade of dark that carries me away.

[Kes]

money goes into my bloodstream
money well spent.


I love those two lines. I think it's great how the first line sounds borderline regretful and the second sounds so defiant.
It is slightest grotesque in its openness, but i think that sort of suits the poem, you know? Drugs aren't pretty, so why write a flowery poem about it? I think the straight-forwardness really works.

And, yeah, I love Casey the Rag Doll! :)

Great work, man.